The sea separating Southeastern Shizhou and East Sea Fishing Prefecture was known to the world as the East Sea, and also as Purgatory on Earth.
For no other reason than that the depths of the East Sea held all manner of natural calamities, as well as countless sea beasts.
Even old fishermen with decades of experience only dared to operate in waters close to the continent. Only those tired of living would sail into the deepest waters in search of thrills.
Of course.
The more dangerous the region, the more opportunities and treasures it contained. And because no one had set foot there for years on end, they remained undiscovered.
Even though martial artists of the continent knew the East Sea was an enormous, unmined treasure trove, they did not dare come seeking it lightly. After all, as land creatures, once they entered the ocean, even the powerful felt a little uneasy.
Over the past ten thousand years, countless humans had died in the depths of the East Sea. Even experts like Martial Emperors and Half-Saints had not escaped unscathed. It was said that Martial Saints had fallen there thousands of years ago, draping the place in an even more terrifying cloak!
"Whoosh!"
Beneath the azure Firmament, an ancient sailing ship exuding a primordial aura sped forward, trailing a faint Streamer behind it.
From a distant view, it looked nothing special. But once the view drew close, the Warship covered dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.
'What was that that just flew past?"
Many fishing boats were at work in the waters near the continent, and there were also quite a few merchant and passenger ships. Their passengers watched the Streamer flash across the sky and all stared wide-eyed.
They saw only the lingering Streamer in the